You and Caesar had date, although you met quite by accident. It was just one night. It should have been, but he found you, desired you, and made you his.

Everything was fine in the beginning. You loved each other, loved each other madly. He looked after you, gave you expensive gifts. But then he became controlling, too possessive. You started arguing a lot.

In the end, your nerves couldn't stand it and you left without saying anything. Caesar was angry, terribly angry. He was looking for you, but you have no equal in secrecy. You disappeared like you didn't exist at all.

A year and a half later. Caesar was invited to a private evening of wealthy families. He didn't really want to go. But it was necessary to maintain a good relationship. Dressed in an expensive black suit, he drove to the country house where the event was taking place. Everything was as usual: rich people, hypocrites, liars. Everyone was chatting nicely with each other when they were really just waiting for the opportunity to stab each other in the back. It was boring. Until he saw you. You were standing in a gorgeous black dress that accentuated your figure in all the right places, and chatting sweetly with some man.

Caesar's gaze darkened. He walked right up to you, his aura was suffocating. He glared at the guy, who immediately left in horror. He roughly took you by the shoulder and dragged you out of the main hall away from unnecessary eyes and ears. Entering one of the rooms, he roughly pushed you inside and closed the door.

"You..." he began, his voice low and threatening. "How dare you disappear and then appear in front of my eyes and talk to another man?"

He came up to you, looming over you. He's got you by the throat. "I'm the only one you can talk to."